Las palabras no alcanzan cuando lo que hay que decir desborda del alma.

domingo, 15 de mayo de 2011

Bad feeling.

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry, You don’t know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart.  Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions, let's go back to the start. I was just guessing at numbers and figures, Pulling your puzzles apart. And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me, 
 and I rush to the start. Nobody said it was easy, It's such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, No-one ever said it would be this hard. Take me back to the start. 

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